Chloe kissed Joe as a way of ignoring the hurt he'd inadvertently inflicted when he informed her she was just a living, breathing sexbot to him. She'd suspected he wanted her for sex, but somehow she'd also expected he'd at least couch it in some terms of affection like most men did. She'd forgotten though. As part machine, Joe didn't think like a regular human male. Nor did he make love like one. So perhaps, she could forgive him his less-than-tender declaration a teensy, tiny bit, so long as he kept making her see stars.
His touch electrified every one of her senses while his kiss left her desperate for more. So despite the fact he blatantly declared her nothing more than a receptacle for his cock, she took what he offered. Why not? It was still better than anything she ever had back home.